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The Language of Your Eyes
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With each night's hush when the stars make align,
In my eyes the cosmos I behold again.
For there is this silent language which whispers lowly sweet,
Gentle like a God to me they do speak.
A silent promise that never denies.
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With each night's hush when the stars make align,
In my eyes the cosmos I behold again.
For there is this silent language which whispers lowly sweet,
Gentle like a God to me they do speak.
A silent promise that never denies.
...
